1:19:01
Yes, I am
1:19:06
I went through hell learnin' the sax. Now I
wanna get better. I wanna express meself.
1:19:11
That's commendable, Brother Dean.
But what you were playin' was not soul.
1:19:15
Soul solos are part of the song.
They have corners.
1:19:19
- You were spiralling. That's jazz.
- I'm just tryin' to stretch meself.
1:19:23
Jazz is musical wankin'.
1:19:24
If you want a wank, use that
thing in your hand, not your sax!
1:19:42
Jimmy! Jimmy!
1:19:45
Over here!
1:19:46
There's your money, son.
They're drinkin' like fishes.
1:19:49
- That's 200 quid.
- 200 quid?
1:19:51
Big time, wha'? 200 quid!
1:19:53
Jimmy, this is Roddy Craig.
He's with The Herald.
1:19:56
- You got my message, then?
- Howayeh?
1:19:58
- Glad you could make it.
- So how did this band come about?
1:20:01
- Jimmy put an ad...
- Destiny! We're a band with a mission.
1:20:05
What kind of mission?
1:20:06
Bringin' soul to Dublin.
Bringin' the music to the proletariat.
1:20:10
We're against racial and sexual
discrimination, apartheid, and heroin.
1:20:14
- When's your next gig?
- We haven't...
1:20:16
We're the guerrillas of soul.
We don't announce gigs.
1:20:18
We hit, then we sink back
into the night.
1:20:22
That's guerrilla with a U, not an O.
1:20:25
Oh, yeah.
1:20:27
Chain, chain, chain
1:20:29
Chain, chain, chain
1:20:31
Chain, chain, chain
1:20:33
Chain, chain, chain
1:20:35
Chain, chain, chain
1:20:36
Chain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1:20:39
Chain of fools
1:20:42
For five long years
1:20:46
I thought you were my man
1:20:50
But I found out
1:20:54
I'm just a link in your chain
1:20:58
You got me where you want me